Yes, it's been rainy -- but I've already talked about my fondness my running in the rain.
I did an hour this morning. Who knows precisely how much distance, as I went where I wanted to go, which was off my measured route.
I'm realizing, too, that the measly little half-hour or 15-minute runs just aren't enough to give me the stress relief that was such a pleasant surprise about running.
Today is Day 2 (or 3, or more -- who am I kidding?) of running around like a headless chicken. But this running around is driving and sitting and stressing. All that's easier to take when I've already panted for 60 minutes.